I woke up already wet.

The house was too quiet. Mom and Dad had left at five in the morning for their weekend anniversary trip, and the only sound left was the distant hum of the refrigerator. My stepbrother Noah’s door was closed, but I could hear the shower running.

I didn’t bother with panties. Just pulled on one of his old gray T-shirts that barely covered my ass and walked into the kitchen. The marble floor was cold under my feet. I poured coffee and leaned against the counter, thighs pressed together, already throbbing.

Noah walked in two minutes later, towel slung low on his hips, water still dripping...